I knew a man Bojangles and he danced for you in worn out shoes
With silver hair, a ragged shirt and baggy pants,
he would do the old soft shoe
He would jump so high, jump so high,
Then he’d lightly touch down
He told me of the time he worked with
with minstrel shows travelling throughout the south
He spoke with tears for fifteen years how his
how his dog and him they would travel about
But his dog up and died, got up and died,
and after twenty years he still grieves
He said I dance now at every chance in honky tonks For drink and tips
But most of the time I spend behind these county bars
'You see son I, I drinks a bit'
Then he shook his head
Oh Lord, when he shook his head
I could swear I heard somebody say ‘Please, please
Dance Mr. Bojangles,
call him Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, come back and dance
and dance and dance, please dance
Mr. Bojangles, Mr. Bojangles
Mr. Bojangles, come back and dance!
and dance and dance, please dance
come back and dance again Mr. Bojangles